A/N - Thanks everyone, just for reading it... It's not that great, but I'm fine with criticism, I just want to be able to write better FanFic as time goes on. So yeah, thanks for reading (this far at least), and I hope you enjoy it...

Disclaimer - I own nothing. At all. No matter how much I want to. Still no luck, sad times, eh? Anyway, it all belongs to the StarKids as I'm sure you all know...

"Are you sure you should do this Taz? I mean, won't it...?"

"Why can't jou understand Up? I just wanna go home!" The childish phrase slipped out and Taz winced; that wasn't going to help persuade Up to let her go.

"Oh..." Up had also winced at this comment, but the pain that flickered across his face was more to do with the fact he had thought differently. He thought Taz had moved on, that she saw Starship 15A2 as her home. He had hoped she saw him as her home, just as he saw her. He needed no physical house, as long as he was with Taz, he felt he was home.

"So I can go?" Taz saw his weakness and used it to her advantage. Sure enough, it did the job. Up sighed, but nodded reluctantly. She smiled, and turned, ready to go.

"But I'm coming too," Up said quickly. "I'm not letting you leave this ship by yourself. Not again, anyway." He winked and smiled, remembering the last time Taz had left the ship alone. It could certainly be described as, well, let's just say, an interesting experience. She rolled her eyes and continued down the corridor, this time with Up at her side.

Starship 15A2 had docked on Earth earlier that day. After the events on the Bug World, the rangers had been invited to the G.L.E.E. Headquarters, to receive awards for exposing the evil plans of Dr. Space-Claw.

Up had known as soon as he received the message. Taz was going to want to go back to where she had lived ten years ago, to where she had grown up, where he had met her. Up didn't want her to go back, he knew the horror that place held for her, he could still occasionally hear her heart wrenching screams at night, when the dreams took over.

Taz had known as soon as she heard the message from Up. She had to go home. She hadn't been back in ten years, but the memories still haunted her to this day. The memories of the quinceañera that had gone terribly wrong. She knew Up wouldn't want her to go, but she knew she had to, she had to face the terrors of her past. The terrors that had taken place in what had been her happy family home.

The journey down to the house was long, and much of it was spent in an awkward silence. Taz was twitchy, wringing her hands, and flinching at any slight noise. She cradled her zapper in her lap, and seemed ready to fight at any second. Up was also nervous. He worried about the effect this was going to have on Taz. He was terrified she would decide to stay. Humans had started to return to some of the countries hit hardest by the robots, Mexico included. He no longer knew what Taz would do, she had seemed more distant since the message had arrived, what if she decided to stay here? What would Up do then?

When the two of them arrived at the house, they were suddenly reluctant to leave the jeep. Taz finally made the first move, taking a deep breath and stepping out, her zapper held up aggressively, ready to fight. Up stayed in the jeep as she disappeared into the house, he knew she would want to be alone.

About five minutes after she had first entered his curiosity overcame him. He gathered together his thoughts and stepped out of the jeep. He hesitated for a moment, but soon began walking towards the front door Taz had left open behind her. He stepped through and entered the house.

He had never actually been inside Taz' house before. He had been in the garden when he had saved Taz from the robots, and there had never been any desire to go in and face the inevitable bodies of her friends and family. The hall was a mess, glass scattered across the floor from what had clearly be a vase hit by a flailing limb. He started towards the stairs, with a sudden need to see the room that Taz had called hers, the room she had grown up in.

Taz meanwhile had moved out of the house and into the garden. She had glanced briefly through the house, but the charm it held when she was a child was no longer there, the warmth of a home gone.

The garden had been one of her favourite places. Not anymore. It had been destroyed. Huge clumps of earth were missing from the ground and although the bodies were no longer there, most likely taken away by the authorities and been disposed of, she still felt their presence.

She was sitting under the tree she had once been strung up like a piñata on. He father's body had been a mere five metres away, her mother's nearer to the door, her arms outstretched towards the lifeless corpse of her sister.

Taz shivered, even though the Mexico sun was warmer than many of the planets she had been to in a while. She wondered where Up had got to, whether he was still waiting in the jeep.

Up stepped silently into her room, careful not to disturb anything. Paper was strewn all over an untidy desk and Up leant over it, taking a look. It was calculus, some homework that had clearly been attempted before being thrown aside in a fit of anger. Up understood how she felt. He had seen it when the same questions had come up back on the Starship. But they had got through it, not so tough anymore. He moved over to her bed, and sat briefly before his attention was caught by a photo on her bedside table.

Taz had never seemed like one for photos, he knew she had a few that she carried on her, but none she would willingly show anyone. He picked the frame up, carefully shaking out the shattered glass. It was a picture of her with her family. Taz looked about thirteen in the picture. She was rolling her eyes at her sister who was messing around beside her, with a very Taz-like expression on her face. Her mother and father smiled on at the girls, their eyes full of pride. Up smiled softly, and glancing around nervously, slipped the photo out of its frame and into his chest pocket, just above his heart. He glanced out of the window and saw Taz.

Taz looked up from under the tree and saw Up turning away from the window in her bedroom. She smiled sadly, and leant back against the tree. She knew he would appear shortly.

Sure enough, Up emerged from the house soon after and came and sat next to her. She stiffened uncomfortably, Taz did not want to talk about 'her feelings'. Up seemed to sense this and they sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke.

"You're the reason my hair turned grey you know," he said amiably. "All that fighting, not a single one, but when I met you, all those questions..." He put on a ridiculously high voice, that sounded nothing like Taz: "When can I become a Starship Ranger? How long do I have to train? Will I never have to wear a dress again?"

Taz smirked at that, and said in an amused voice, "You were right though, I haven't had to wear one since that day."

"Ah, well, er about that..." Up trailed off, his face reddening.

"Spit it out idiota," Taz said, her voice threatening.

"Well, with these awards we're getting, there's a ceremony, and it's formal dress, women have to wear dresses, it's just how they- OW!" Up rubbed his arm where she had just punched him, there would be a wonderful bruise there tomorrow.

"Serves you right, you lied to me," Taz growled, her face fierce, but her eyes betraying a smile, twinkling with laughter.

"I didn't lie, I just never thought you would be this good. OW!" Up had yet again been punched, this time in the eye he had been winking at her with.

"Idiota, only a stupid person makes the same mistake twice," she grinned. "Wait, does this mean we have to dance?"

Up laughed and nodded, still imagining the experience it would be to try and make Taz wear a dress, before his face froze. "Wait. I can't dance."

Taz smiled, enjoying the look of panic on Up's face. "Lucky for you, you know someone who can." She saw Up's confused face and sighed, "Me, idiota!" His face looked incredulous and he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Just because I don't, doesn't mean I can't."

Up looked at her, impressed and proud, much like her parents in that picture he now had hidden in his pocket.

"But now, more importantly, home," she said, turning to face the house.

Up's happiness evaporated. She wasn't coming back. Taz jumped up and glanced impatiently at Up.

"Come on, time to go back home, to the Starship?" She stood there, hands on hips, shaking her head at his obvious confusion. Up's heart leapt, as they walked back to the jeep he smiled happily to himself.

Taz meanwhile was deep in thought. For all these years, she had seen herself as the one that didn't belong, the one that had to fight to try and earn her place. She had seen Mexico as the way out, a way back home, but now she was here, she knew. Her home wasn't here, it hadn't been for a long time. But the Starship wasn't home either. Home was the thing that could make her smile, that could make the memories go away. Home was, and had been for a long time, Up.

As she sat in the passenger seat and the engine spluttered into life, she smiled, and turned to face Up.

"You know," she grinned. "I always preferred your hair grey... When do we get there?"